Day 7/7 Bethyl Week Prompts

Something I Need – One Republic

Maybe We'll Just Stay Here

You've got something I need

In this world full of people,

There's one killing me

And if we only die once I wanna live with you.

I know that we're not the same

But I'm so damn glad that we made it

To this time…..

Daryl laid there in the bed watching the sun rise and he knew he should probably get up but he just couldn't make himself move his arm where her head currently rested. He gazed down at her and he wondered if there would ever come a time when it didn't steal his breath. Daryl had never felt that he deserved anything like this. Still wasn't sure he did but now that they've gone down this path there was no way he was turning back now. It had taken him a life time to love and he wasn't going to let go of it, deserving or not.

Beth woke to find that Daryl was staring at her and watching her sleep. She opened her eyes sleepily, very aware of his presence. She was also very aware of the fact that she was completely naked beneath the covers and unless she missed her guess, her right breast was completely exposed. Cool air was blowing down over the exposed parts of her body and making her shiver.

"Good mornin'," She said sleepily and that earned her a smile from Daryl. She wished he would smile more because it looked so good on him. She tilted her head back and saw the moment his eyes drifted to her lips.

"'Mornin'," Daryl murmured gruffly. Beth's toes curled at his early morning gravely voice. Sounded like sex. She blushed then thinking of all the things they had done last night. She had an unfamiliar ache and she suspected it was because of the sheer number of times they had done it. Four times and five if you counted the final attempt, but they were both so worn out they had finally given up. They had been at the lodge for several days now and their routine was simple, spend time with their group in the morning, eat lunch, go hunting and right after dinner they were back in their rooms all night. As if by some tacit agreement, no one said a word to them. Except for Michonne, she was always giving him that look and smirking like she knew what was going on. He figured she did.

Daryl loved morning after Beth. It was heady watching her wake up and then smile up at him shyly, the flush creeping into her cheeks. He bent down then to seal his lips over hers, teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue and she opened her mouth willingly for him to slide his tongue inside for a slow sweet kiss.

Beth loved this. Loved laying in bed with Daryl. Loved kissing him. She had nearly died the night before with all the things he had confessed to her. It was more than she had ever hoped for when they had started down this path. But he had told her he loved her. That meant something. It meant the world, especially since this was Daryl Dixon they were talking about. Daryl didn't readily admit feelings to anyone. Well, he did to her, she amended and smiled against his lips.

"What are you grinnin' bout?" Daryl reached a hand down to tickle her ribs, eliciting a squeal from her lips.

"Daryl!" she admonished and he placed a finger over her lips.

"Shhh," he whispered, then pulled his finger away and reached to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "We're going to have to work on that." Daryl said, chuckling.

"Work on what?" Beth asked as she bent her head to his neck and began to spread slow sweet kisses across the tender skin there.

"Your mouth," Daryl managed to get out between gasps.

"What about my mouth?" Beth whispered right by his ear and he felt an involuntary shiver travel down his spine. If she kept this up, they'd be getting something started again. And he wasn't sure he was up for it honestly. They had already done it so many times last night that they had literally fucked themselves unconscious. It wasn't a bad way to fall asleep in all honesty.

Daryl cursed, "Fuck, Beth!" as she kissed her way down his neck to his chest. "Nothing, darlin' your mouth is just fine," he breathed.

She sat up abruptly then and gave him the most devious smile. "God, woman you are going to be the death of me, you know," he groaned and fought the urge to reach beneath the covers and readjust himself. He didn't know how she did it, but he was always turned on when it came to Beth.

"Sorry, Daryl, this is just all so," Beth faltered then, feeling the blush creep up in her cheeks. How could she tell him that being with him was the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced and she just wanted to stay in bed with him for a week, maybe more. It was new and exciting and she loved him. He loved her too and if it weren't for the dead roaming the earth, she figured they could probably just ride off into the sunset together.

"It's what?" He looked at her warily, wondering if this was it. When the other shoe would drop. He cursed himself inwardly. He had never needed anyone before, but right now Daryl needed Beth to tell him that this. What they had, was forever. No turning back. Because that's how it was for him. He needed her to feel the same way.

"I ain't never needed anybody for anythin'"

Beth saw the look that crept into his face. She'd seen that look before. Like back when they were playing their "I Never" game and she had asked if he had gone to prison. One of the things that killed her the most while she was gone was replaying that scene in her head. And then later outside with Daryl taunting that walker when he had finally laid it all out. Exactly how he felt. All these moments came rushing back at her now.

"No Daryl, that's not what I meant. This, all of this, with you. I," She looked down and then back up at him, meeting his eyes and bringing her hand up to the side of his face, forcing his eyes to hers. "I love it. All of it. We had everything going against us, but we made it."

"I'm not like Michonne or Carol or Maggie, but I made it"

Daryl looked at her then, with her way, her always sure as fuck way about her and he could have wept. He hoped one day he wouldn't doubt her anymore. She was just so perfect, so goddamned perfect and he had never had anything like that before. Anyone like her before. And he never wanted anyone else.

"I love you Beth. I don't reckon I'll ever see what it is you see in me," He held up a hand as soon as her mouth opened, knew she was about to argue her point. "Nah, wait, I know. I get it. We just get this one life. And even more so now. The world has gone to shit. But if I can have this, with you, it's okay. The world can just go ahead and go to hell. I love you Beth. I want you. And no one else." He looked up at her then because that was more than he ever thought he would get out. And he hoped she caught what he was meaning. He wanted her forever. Just her and no one else. He wanted her to be his.

"Of course no one else," Beth said her eyes gone soft with all that he had just told her. Just when she thought she had him figured out, he went and changed it all up. Recognition dawned on her then and she opened her mouth in a tiny 'o'. "Wait, what?" She felt confused and she hoped she wasn't reading too much into this. She prodded and she hoped she wasn't pushing too much.

"You know," Daryl said, shrugging his shoulders just like he knew annoyed her and he grinned at her then.

"Daryl Dixon you better tell me right now or I'm getting up from this bed and no sex for you today," Beth teased.

And the next words that slipped from his lips were as big a shock to him as her, "Now is that any way to start a marriage?" Daryl said, very tongue-in-cheek. He held his breath and waited for her reaction.

Her eyes snapped up to his. "Daryl Dixon are you asking me what I think you are asking me?" her eyes filled with tears then and her heart threatened to fight its way out of her chest.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he admitted giving her a sheepish grin. Neither one said a word for a few very long seconds, an eternity it seemed.

"So yeah, Beth, will you marry me." Not the most eloquent thing he could have said but it was out there. He didn't even know how people got married anymore. Didn't figure it mattered. What mattered is if she said yes.

"Yes," Beth nodded her head furiously and threw her arms around him then. "Yes I'll marry you, you crazy wonderful beautiful man."

Daryl clutched her to his chest then and he knew if he died right now, then he would die a happy man. He had said that they only get one life. He wanted his to be with her. They could live together, fight together and love together. Didn't matter to him, as long as they were together and they were.

He had thought he hadn't ever needed anyone. But it was all a lie he constructed, trussed up to hold up the walls around his heart. He needed her. He needed Beth. And he liked to think she needed him too.

"Pretty soon I won't need you at all"

"I need you Beth. I said I didn't need anybody, but I need you." He whispered against her neck.

She pulled back to look at him then. "Daryl don't you know, I need you too. I don't ever want to be without you again. It almost killed me."

"Me too," Daryl said, looking at her, seeing the full light of love shining in her face, just like always. He wanted to just find some place for them to be together. No more runs. No more walkers. No more psychopaths trying to steal the little bit of happy they had managed to find. Where they were now, this lodge, was the happiest they had been in months.

"Maybe we can just stay here…..We'll just make it work"

Maybe they would stay. Just maybe.

Okay guys that completes the series of Prompts from the great week of Bethyl 2014. I really enjoyed writing these and I hope you enjoyed reading them. Hit me up on Tumblr at sassygirl42 if you ever care to fangirl over our OTP! I love each and every one of you!